My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2495 -832: You Have No Manners—This Place Has an Owner! Don’t You Know to Knock Before Entering?

“So, who represents the Blood Vulture Clan in the Holy Blood Seal this time?”

“You’re thinking too far ahead, Edward.”

Pa Ying waved his hand and said:

“First, let’s deal with this Black Disaster.”

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“By Avalon! By the Mother of Forest!”

At a spot in the Gorgon Mountain Pass that had been utterly reshaped by the outburst of Subspace Energy, the Elf Ranger General, half-kneeling on the rock, couldn’t stop exclaiming.

Just moments ago, she witnessed with her own eyes, through the vision granted by the Mother of Forest, the collapse of the Brass Fortress and the remolding of the entire mountain pass. Even for the elves, such a scene was astonishing and could easily be written into myth and legend.

To not exaggerate, at the moment the Gorgon Mountain Pass was leveled and reshaped by the explosion of Subspace Power, the general felt her life flashing before her eyes like a galloping horse lantern.

She knew that surviving such a forceful reshaping was impossible.

However, the worst did not occur. Under the guidance of the Governor of Transia, the Ranger General had found this mysterious relic of creation, which evidently held some special power. It protected this hill from being affected by the land’s reshaping, though it also made this spot stand out.

After all, the land was now a black expanse, with only this snowy peak maintaining its original state, which appeared quite peculiar.

Anyone with a bit of sense would know there’s a problem here. For instance, right now, in Miss Filoseer’s hunting vision, a portion of the jackal army advancing towards the Brass Fortress Ruins at the edges of the Gorgon Mountain Pass was breaking off to head this way.

Though the mountain roads are treacherous and the land reshaping has made climbing even harder, the jackals’ efficiency in the mountains meant that at most half a day would expose their hiding place to the jackals.

“We can’t drag this on!”

Miss Filoseer made up her mind and stood up, then limped towards the crevice below the rock, carrying her iconic silver war bow.

Her battered appearance hinted that she had been injured in past hunting skirmishes and had not yet recovered.

It’s not easy to engage in guerrilla warfare in a mountainous area dominated by jackals, especially when they are not like the Transia People, who have the energy and knowledge to dig tunnels.

Fortunately, the elves were not fighting alone.

With them were remnants of two human Expeditionary Armies and the Sun Priests of Sanghai, in a damned situation that forced even the elves and their Sanghai enemies into an alliance.

Returning to the temporarily resting crack in the mountain, Miss Filoseer immediately contacted Major General Misoyan of the humans and the Umon Priest of Sanghai. The three battered and downcast commanders deliberated and sadly found that given the current situation, there was virtually no way out.

Although the Subspace Mist covering the Gorgon Mountain Pass had been completely destroyed in the earlier explosion, and nothing could now block their remnants’ escape, the Brass Fortress had collapsed, rendering the route to the Ligurian Peninsula impassable. If the jackals launched a full-scale attack, their small force would be devoured in this wretched place.

The only option now was…

“We must immediately enter the relic!”

The Umon Priest, wearing a massive Fierce Sun crown, pointed to the downward spiraling black stone steps behind the group. This tall Sanghai man had his lung pierced in earlier battles and was heavily injured, sustained only by the blessings of the Fierce Sun. Coughing, he spoke weakly:

“My three subordinate priests have surveyed it over the past few days. I can tell you, this is an undiscovered creation site, and it surely holds the great legacy of the creator.

These items are sacred objects that the Sanghai must protect, but more importantly now is preserving the viable strength of us rebels.

We rest inside for a while and then seize the opportunity to break out.”

“But the Governor of Transia warned us that this place belongs to them and is very dangerous inside.”

Major General Misoyan sighed, his beard stubbled:

“We sent scouts in, but no one came out. It’s really dangerous in there; those rogue machines are much harder to deal with than jackals.”

“Those are the creator’s guards! Not rogue machines, watch your words, northerner.”

Though weak, the Umon Priest couldn’t help retorting when it came to the creator’s greatness. After a cough, he added:

“I have something that can prevent us from being attacked by those guards, but you must listen to me. Once inside, under no circumstances should you touch things that shouldn’t be touched!”

“Why haven’t you produced that earlier?”

Major General Misoyan’s immediate joy shone through, as straightforward as northerners often were. He quickly, along with Miss Filoseer, escorted the Umon Priest into the mysterious relic. They watched as the priest retrieved a rather intricate apparatus and aimed it at the ‘flasher’ at the entrance.

The next moment, a dignified electronic voice echoed in the passage:

“Lower-level access application detected! Recognized under the World Engine Protector System with level-three access; authentication in progress…”

“Wait for it.”

The Umon Priest sighed and said:

“The creation site’s authentication always takes some time, but we Sanghai, as the Children of the Creator, often receive some privileges in these matters. You humans must be humble; this is the Golden Age’s…”

“Beep! Authentication failed! Farwalker Headquarters’ defense system overridden by higher-level access! Entry denied to others! Defense system detects unauthorized lifeforms approaching, level-three defense activated!”

In the Umon Priest’s stunned gaze, the ordinary metal door module rotated and flipped out over thirty rapid-fire guns pointing at the group, their black muzzles whirring ominously, ready perhaps to vaporize them in the next second.

“Wait! It’s not like that!”

Major General Misoyan shuddered, instinctively raising his hands in a military salute. He shouted:

“Hey, Sanghai man, what’s going on? Aren’t you the creator’s favorite children? Is this how the creator loves you? What a strict ‘father’ you have.”

“I have no idea this is… ah, heavens… there might be…”

“Tsk, the creator’s favorite children? You sure know how to flatter yourselves, fool others fine, but don’t fool yourselves, Sanghai man.”

A cold voice interrupted the Umon Priest’s explanation, and then, under every gaze, the tightly shut mechanical door silently opened. A tall figure, clad in the psychic robes of the Blood Vulture Clan, leaned on a serpentine longsword and strolled out.

Lady Lena, fluttering the blood wings behind her, looked down on the cowed remnants before her. With a huff, she said:

“You three commanders, follow me inside! The master has just arrived here; he’s waiting for you.”

“Master?”

The Ranger General asked warily:

“Who is your master?”

“You’re the last person who should ask that, elf. Didn’t you send a gift begging my master to save you? What? You realize the gift wasn’t sufficient? Heh, you’d better think about how to make up for it on the way, or put it another way, how much do you think your life is worth?”

Ps:

Thanks to “Whale and Azure Sky” brother for becoming an Alliance Hierarch, bonus chapters are scheduled for next month~ Chinese New Year is over, brothers, get ready to go back to work~